I wanted to talk to you." I have a phone," Thule pointed out."Would I have had any better luck?" Maya asked.By way of answer, Thule said, "I've been b...usy." With Mari-go-old?" Maya said the name like a taunt."With Ivan Vandevoort, if you must know," said Thule."Are you going to invite me in?" asked Maya, "or maybe you'd like to hold me here at gunpoint while we chat." I'm through with you," said Thule, his voice gravelly, "You crossed the line this time." I cross a lot of lines," said Maya, "For. Lunch was brought to us and it was delicious. The beer was good, too. "Iechyd da," Jack said as a toast. We drank a pint of Buckley's Reverend Jamesæhave, brewed in Cardiff. (There's a political difference of opinion about the relative merits of Buckley and Brain beers — exacerbated by Brain's buyout of Buckley a couple of years ago... Jack Evans is a Buckley's man.)Eventually, Jack got around to explaining why he wanted to see me."Mark, Amanda tells me you had a good trip to Bermuda?" Did she. The life span of a model is very short so you had better make plans for your life when the Merry-go-Round stops! Some of the Models use their fame to open doors in Hollywood while others go into other things.So here she was, 35, divorced with two dependents. I have a sister, Lydia who is 2 years older than I am. Lydia looks a lot like Mom, tall and rangy and is doing some modeling also. (It doesn't hurt to have a successful model for a Mom, as it opens LOTS of doors that you would have to pound. Her nipples where rock hard, jutting out from her small pink areola and they felt amazingly sensitive. Slipping out of the black lace panties she had worn she ran her finger through her lips and was amazed by how wet they came out. She stood upright again and stared into her own eyes in the mirror, psyching herself up for the night ahead, although she didn’t need as much psyching up as she might admit. When she opened the bathroom door and walked into the room she found Jim, now naked, lying.